Emetophobia warning! talk about vomit (quite a bit)
Your husband Tommy had been out all day working, leaving you home with a very sick daughter. You had finally settled her in her bed, got her to sleep and you yourself had stated to feel unwell, so you decided to get yourself into bed and try to sleep before the sickness inevitably comes. That is until you hear
"Mamma it's happened again" Alice appears in your doorway of your room "in my bed"
"Ok baby. Let's clean you up first" you sigh getting out of bed and you take your daughter into your bathroom. You run her a bath, take her clothes off and throw them in the sink ready to be washed. Alice gets into the warm water and you wash her hair thoroughly before helping her dry off. You grab her some clean pyjamas
"Get into mine and ya dads bed. I'll go and sort your bed out. If your going to be sick use the bed pan" you sigh and walk into her bedroom, but the smell hits you and you just add to the mess "fuck" you groan now kneeling on the floor feeling rather light headed
"Mrs Shelby" you hear a gasp. Looking up you see your maid Frances running into Alice's bedroom "no wander I heard so much movement up here. Are you ok? where's Miss Alice? is she ok?"
"She's been sick, she's in mine and Tommys room. I came to clean up but I'm afraid I just made it worse"
"Let's get you up. Mary!" she calls to one of your other maids as she helps you up
"Oh my" you hear another gasp
"Perhaps Mrs Shelby and Miss Alice would like some water"
"Yes of course" with that Mary was gone
"Don't worry about the mess Mrs Shelby we will clean it"
"Oh Francis I couldn't ask..."
"Nonsense" she helps you into your room where a sleeping Alice now rests. Francis helps you into the bathroom "may I get some fresh clothes for you?"
"Yes. Top draw. Thank you Francis"
"Is quite alright"
Tommy had pulled up outside of Arrow House after his drive back from Birmingham. Entering the house, he watches as the maids are running around frantic
"Mary what's going on?" he asks nervously as Mary was rushing up the stairs with two glasses of water
"Oh Mr Shelby didn't Mrs Shelby phone you? Miss Alice has been rather unwell today, and unfortunately it seems that she has now caught what poor Miss Alice has" with that Tommy was following Mary up the stairs and into his room
"Shhh" Francis hushes the two entering the room then points at a sleeping Alice. You now exit the bathroom slowly feeling like you have no energy
"Hey love what's going on" Tommy is quick to your side and helps you into bed "why didn't you tell me you and Alice have been sick"
"Didn't want to disturb you. I've only just starting vomiting" Mary places a glass of water on your bedside table and one on Alice's then she and Francis leave you to it "Tom, I think you should sleep in the spare room tonight. Don't want you catching this bug"
"No. I'm staying right here. Now if I remember this chair was pretty comfortable and I got plenty of rest when you were in labour" Tommy sits down in the leather chair making you smile weakly "get some sleep, love. If you or Alice need me I'm right here"
True to his word your husband stayed by your side all night with the bed pan for either you or Alice to be sick in. The next morning Alice seemed to back to her normal self, other than being a little tired. You however still felt rather ill but it didn't last long as the day went on. Annoyingly Tommy never got the sickness bug, but you heard that John, Esme and the kids were all wiped out by it and Polly was having to look after them. Tommy thinks that's where you had caught the bug because
"Who the fuck knows what Johns kids get themselves into. Bloody animals they are" according to Tommy.
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